Waiting for my Phoenix friends to arrive. It's a gorgeous day in Seattle, sunny, warm and o-so-cheery. We all get so perky when the sun shows up. It's funny to observe in others, and I can only imagine what I must look like. Some kind of giddy geek, I'm sure. When the weather is like this, in the early days of spring--a month old, maybe, but this is Seattle, and sometimes it doesn't feel very spring-like until well into May--yes, well, anyway. It's days like these that remind me of my first spring in Seattle. I had moved from Phoenix, where spring weather is warmer than most summers in this city. Probably sitting outside on a day, much like today, and trying so hard to not stick out by wearing warm clothing. No, I had to be tough and just lounge about in my short sleeve t-shirt and jeans. Ha! And now, here I sit, perfectly comfortable in virtually the same outfit--it's a different t-shirt. I'm sure the other is well worn out and gone the way of the dust cloth--thinking about my girlfriends who might really be cold, poor things. Scintillating, isn't it?

These Phoenicians have come to visit to see the play that I'm in. I'll have to buy them a really nice breakfast to make up for the lack of substance in the script. I wish it were better. It isn't.